Author of Her Name is James

New Love

Naked bar heels
strapped to her feet,
she crosses the room
flushed pink from the heat
that burns inside
and colours her cheeks,
her eyes rove the room
for the lover she seeks.
The bed lies barren,
a tear mars her eye.
She’s departed, she’s gone,
no word of goodbye.

A sound from behind,
she turns and gasps.
The love of her life
clasps her hands to her arse.
“I feared you had fled”
the blond girl weeps,
The redhead says
“No, you’ve got me for keeps.”
Heads are bowed,
they embrace in their love,
and though they can’t know it,
they are loved from above.

As with the poem “The Wait”, this is to explore the idea of ‘One Love’ for Queer Romance Month. The thinking is simple and honest. Love is lovehttp://www.queerromancemonth.com/